Making Her Mine Goode, Ella (best fiction books to read .txt) 📖

I run my palms down my jeans. Why am I sweating?

“Sometimes that’s the best way to learn.” Maybe, but I think he’s only saying that to be nice.

I power on the computer, pulling open the accounting system. He takes a seat in my chair and starts clicking away. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. I think I want him to find something wrong. That way I can fix it. But I’m almost scared to know what it is.

His eyebrows pull together a few times as he studies the screen. I glance at the computer, wondering what he sees that I don't.

“I think you’re getting ripped off. These products shouldn't cost this much. The markup on them seems to be very high. Hell, you could get them in the store for cheaper.”

“Really? This has always been the price. My father set up all the accounts with the distributors.”

“The prices are ridiculous. You shouldn't be paying this much. I think it’s time to find new distributors.” Well, shit. I’m not sure where I would even begin to do that. I’ve always used the same guy. I can feel myself getting warm as embarrassment begins to settle in.

“I’m stupid for not having checked and compared prices,” I mumble before dropping down in the other chair. My father is a cheap ass when it comes to spending money. Unless it’s at a poker table. There the money seems to flow freely.

“Don’t call yourself that. You trusted your father. Maybe he doesn't know a ton about this kind of business.”

“Maybe. He owns a handful of businesses. A couple car washes and some small buildings he rents out for office space.”

“Let me help you, Eden.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I don’t get why he wants to help me. What does he get out of it?

“I like you,” he says, catching me off guard. No, I must have heard him wrong. I’m so not in his league. He should be dating supermodels or something. Not the girl who works at the failing coffee shop with only a high school diploma.

“You like me?” I repeat.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He turns in his chair to face me. “I want to help. This place means something to you?”

“I guess.” It doesn’t have any sentimental value. But it keeps a roof over our heads, and it allows us to be out of our father’s house. He always has unsavory people coming and going. I didn’t want Ryan to have to grow up in that environment. So the coffee shop has always guaranteed that I could provide him a healthy place to grow up. “It’s all I really know how to do and clearly I’m doing it wrong.”

“Then let me make a few calls and get you some new distributors.” The way the man is looking at me would probably have me agreeing to almost anything.

“Okay,” I agree. I have to do this and put my pride aside. It’s not just about me; it’s for Ryan too. We need this place to survive.

“You won't regret this.” It sounds like a promise. I pray he’s right.

Chapter Five Miles

“This sucks big monkey balls.” I toss the papers down in disgust.

“What’s wrong?” My sister peers over my shoulder at the notes I’ve typed in from the calls I’ve made to all of Eden’s distributors. “Wait. Her dad has been ripping her off?”

“I talked to all of the distributors, and they deny that they’re charging those amounts, so he must be doing the orders and sending her fake invoices. How am I going to tell her this? Her own dad.”

“You’ll figure it out.” Violet pats me on the shoulder and starts to walk away.

I snag the hem of her sweater. “Wait. Give me some solutions.”

“Are you asking me because I’m a woman and you want to know what to say to another woman?” she teases.

“Maybe?”

“Shouldn’t have spent all your time in your office and maybe you wouldn’t need to beg me for help.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have spent all my time coddling you when you were younger and smothered you with a pillow and maybe you wouldn’t be so difficult.”

“Did you just threaten me? Mom,” Violet yells. “Miles just said he wished he would’ve murdered my younger self.”

There’s no response from our mother. Long ago, she figured out that ignoring us was the only way for her to come out unscathed. Violet and I fought a lot as kids mostly because she swears I pushed past her to get out of the womb first. I maintain that she is slow and that is not my fault.

“She’s not going to respond.” I swivel away from Violet and recheck the numbers.

“I wonder if the mom knows.”

“I think the mom died.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

“Yeah.” We know how she feels. Our dad died five years ago. He’d always been sick, and one day his frail ticker gave out. It was sort of a blessing for Mom, though. She didn’t have that burden anymore. “I think I need to feel her out. If she has a good relationship with her pops then I’m going to confront her old man. If she hates him, then I’ll lay out the details.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have a whole dossier on her already.”

“I wouldn’t do that. She’s not a business interest.” Violet gives me a shaky smile and ruffles my hair, a silent gesture of appreciation. She always does these little vibe checks to see if I’m being a decent human. “Love you, Vi.”

“Love you too, bro.”

She takes her leave, and I contemplate murder for the umpteenth time. Her stalker is getting out of prison in a few months, and that’s making her more on edge. Once he’s out, I don’t know what we’re going to do. Before he got put away, I ruined him. He had a few businesses, and I cratered those by setting up a few cons that he bought into immediately. I took his house, his car, and all